Chapter 907

Slippery feet? Damn it, get up!

Shaya shouted silently in his heart, shaking his head to try and break free from the Monarch's large hand. Unexpectedly, that hand was like a pair of pliers, tightly pinching his face. He could shake his body around, but his face couldn't move a bit.

Shaya couldn't help but mobilize his divine power, but as soon as the divine power moved, the large hand on his face tightened immediately. At the same time, the Monarch's voice sounded: "Put away that bit of divine power, or I'll crush your head."

Shaya felt his skull make a dislocation sound and hurriedly put away his divine power. At the same time, his heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar. The other party even saw through his divine power?

The two golden skeletons knelt obediently, not daring to move. If they had wisdom, their hearts would probably have scolded Shaya to the ground by now. How could they be made to offend an Undead Monarch?

Don't look at the Monarch's soul only having the strength of a Mourning Soul now, but that kind of majesty was not just at the mourning level, scaring the two golden skeletons until they were almost falling apart.

If they had a soul connection with Shaya, they could still share this pressure through the soul network, not to the point of being unable to stand. But they were formed through some kind of contract, a summoning contract relationship with Shaya. Under this rank suppression, the contract was a fart; the soul was what mattered.

Although some had been with contract skeletons for many years and could withstand this pressure based on their mutual feelings, Shaya was clearly not one of them. These golden skeletons were likely props he used to disguise his identity. Meeting the Monarch, they knelt directly.

The Monarch slapped the foreheads of the two skeletons with his other hand, forcefully beating two soul imprints into the other party's soul, establishing a soul connection. The golden skeletons' pressure was greatly reduced, and they stood up obediently.

"Catch him," the Monarch ordered. The two golden skeletons immediately ran over, holding Shaya from left and right.

Shaya knew he had hit a hard nail. Not only did the other party see through his disguise at a glance, but they also subdued him with one hand. The golden skeletons he had worked so hard to contract actually surrendered to the other party's pressure without hesitation, simply as if they were specially sent to be caught.

The Monarch released his hand pinching his face, and Shaya asked urgently, "Who are you?"

"No, no, this question should be asked by me. Who are you?" the Monarch asked back.

Shaya looked left and right hesitantly.

Negris immediately said viciously, "Looking at him like this, he probably won't be able to ask anything. Beat him to death and search his soul."

"No, no, no, I'll say, I'll say. My name is Shaya Gruman, a Death Summoner, and also a Radiant Demigod," Shaya said hurriedly.

The Monarch and Negris looked at each other: "Radiant Demigod? Death Summoner? How did you string these two professions together?"

Shaya smiled bitterly and said, "No choice. The Royal Mages want to crack down on religious forces. The God of Radiance was killed and fell. A demigod like me became a rat crossing the street and could only disguise myself. Death Summoner is the disguise profession with the lowest threshold. Find a few undead creatures to contract. These golden skeletons were all caught by us before, just right to be used to disguise as contract creatures."

"Radiance should be the God of Light here, right? Is there also a Church of Light here? No wonder you have holy essence liquid, but this concentration is too low, isn't it? The tail water used for facial masks in Meishen City before was thicker than this," Negris said with disdain.

The Monarch took off Shaya's scarecrow hat, looked at it for two seconds, handed it to Ang, and then asked, "What's the matter with this scarecrow hat of yours? Where did it come from?"

"Bought it, bought it from a Druid. As a demigod, I possess divine sense. Wearing a scarecrow hat, ordinary people can't see through my disguise, and I'm not afraid of those God Catchers wearing glasses. Unexpectedly, it was seen through by you. I guess as soon as you saw me, you were thinking about how to catch me. Sigh," Shaya sighed.

Negris asked suspiciously, "Just a demigod, and others can't see through your disguise? Are the people here so weak in mental power?"

"What people here? You are not people here? You are people from the Shenguang Chamber of Commerce?" Shaya thought of something and asked with joy.

Being mistaken for people from the Shenguang Chamber of Commerce again, it seemed that the people in this world were too timid to let their minds fly and guess boldly. Negris had to nod: "You guessed right. Why are you just a demigod, yet others can't see through your disguise?"

"Just? You look down on demigods. Could your Excellency be a True God? I don't believe it. Soul constructs are what the Shenguang Chamber of Commerce is best at. If you were a True God, you wouldn't be sealed in a construct," Shaya said unconvinced.

Negris put its 'hands' on its waist, wanting to wag its tail, but immediately discovered it had no hands, no tail, and no divinity. Even if it said it was a True God, no one would believe it, so it had to shrink back sheepishly.

Seeing that he should stop while he was ahead, Shaya explained, "It's not that others can't see through it, but those God Catchers can't see through it. They all rely on glasses to capture traces of divine power. Their spirits can't compare to a demigod like me. As long as I'm careful and don't go to places where strong people gather, I basically won't be seen through. Who would have thought you would hide in such a place."

Shaya felt he was too unlucky. He just came to the mass grave to buy two remains, so how could he encounter such a pervert who could see through his disguise and subdue him with one hand? This probability was more absurd than a chicken hatched from an egg bought at a vegetable market turning into a giant dragon.

"How is your Church of Light now? Are you the only one left?" Negris asked.

Shaya shook his head: "Others all went to register. I didn't want to register, so I ran out. I originally wanted to buy some remains as coolies to dig a temple at the Ten Thousand Pit Cave and rebuild the glory of light. Unexpectedly, I fell into your hands. Sigh."

Shaya sighed and sighed, having a kind of melancholy feeling of a general slipping on a horse hoof just after leaving the city gate to go on an expedition, hitting his head on a stone and dying.

"Just based on you?" Negris didn't believe it. Although Shaya kept emphasizing that he was a demigod, after taking off the hat, Negris saw at a glance what his situation was.

He was indeed a demigod, but some demigods had divine bodies, yet Shaya had divine sense, which meant he was biased toward the spiritual aspect.

To ordinary people, the divine skills of divine sense were harder to deal with than the brute force of a divine body, but to the Monarch's level, divine sense was equal to nothing. Ordinary divine skills were hard to produce effects on the Monarch, and even struggling didn't have the strength of a divine body. Such a weak demigod actually said he wanted to rebuild the glory of light?

"Could it be that you want to take advantage of the fall of the Main God of Light to steal faith and become a false god, or simply ignite the faith fire and become a Main God?" Negris guessed.

However, as soon as it finished speaking, it saw Shaya's face flush red. Clearly, it had guessed right. The fall of the God of Radiance and the collapse of the faith network was just a good opportunity to rebuild nodes. Once he built the node, stealing the entire faith network was not something that couldn't be done.

"Ang..." Negris immediately thought of something and wanted to tell Ang. Turning his head to look, he found that Ang was already gone.

Not far behind, a 'Shaya' was squatting beside a piece of dry moss substrate. That bottle of essence liquid, which was thinner than facial mask tail water, was poured onto the moss by him, and his hands were radiating holy light.

Under the holy light, holy mushrooms grew one after another on the moss substrate.

Knowing who it was just by looking at the squatting posture of this 'Shaya', Negris wasn't very surprised by this. Instead, another thing surprised it even more: "Your extraction level of this essence liquid is too poor, isn't it? You didn't even deactivate the spores. Aren't you afraid of growing mushrooms on your face?"